ON A MOTHER'S SICKNESS.

BLESSED SAVIOUR! Thou whose love
Gently owned a mother's care,
Teach my childhood how to move
Thy mercy with a fervent prayer;
Watch above my mother's bed,
Blessings on her pillow shed!

Oh, if it be best for me,

Give her to my earnest prayer!
But teach my soul thy hand to see,
If it smite or if it spare:

Thou art with her, Saviour, still,-
Teach me to obey thy will!